[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by Dazrah on November 30, 2008, 8:14 pm, in reply to "and it is time again for a thread!"
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[female][7 years][15.3hh][cremello]
[1/8 Andalusian x 1/8 Quarter Horse x 1/2 Mustang x 1/4 Spanish Arabian]
[brood: Rodreé, Esmandreé, Lockeé & Camilleé]
[Solira's jaegers-neophyte][scholar class-unranked]
Late afternoon now and Dazrah has moved on from yet another encounter, this time though she is not left wondering what to think. Gecko was an easy read, that is not to say he is simple or lacking in depth just that he is open and friendly something many of the others she has come across were not. A briliant smile brightens her features at the thought of their conversation, it truly was the most comfortable few hours that she has spent in Solira so far…at least in the company of others. She did not even try to turn her strides away from the beach now and so she stands at the edge with the water washing up over her hooves. Eventually when she has had her fill of drinking in the view, at least for now, she turns and begins to move along the sands seeking nothing in particular. Her motion is for the sake of moving and her gaze is not searching but simply acknowledging everything and everyone around her.
“I have meet many since my first morning here and yet if the scents I have been picking up are any indication there are still many here to be met. I do not yet know what my role will come to be in this place or even if I will be allowed to stay and make it my home. The voices might come again against all odds and push me on to another distant world, the king might decide I am not worthy of serving him or well…anything could happen. This does not worry me though whatever will be will be for now I shall act as if I do belong and make an effort to be accepted. So far of the strangers I have met most are promising acquaintances though I must admitt I would probably be wise to maintain caution around some of them. Making friends has ever been easy for me and if I make a few enemies without intending too I do not think it will be the end of the world or my chances.”
It is near to the last few hours of sunlight when the pale lady comes upon another new face. This face belongs to a small, golden mare with a mane and tale of milky white. She is not old but at the same time hardly a child and if Dazrah were to meet her eyes she would again, as she did with Gecko and several others, see a wisdom far beyond the mare’s apparent years. The golden one is gazing contently out to sea with the dying sunlight bathing her compact form and seems to be quite content, quite comfortable…quite at home. The cremello advances to take up a position beside her also gazing once again out to sea and addresses the gold in tones of friendly greeting.
“Beautiful is it not? If you do not mind my saying so, you look as if you have been here for sometime…”
By “here” she mostly means Solira but it has been left open to inturpritation as Dazrah so often does. She will be interested to hear whatever this other has to say in response.
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